Il timido ubriaco [English translation]

Bride, tomorrow I’ll give you a rose,

jealous of a partner unwanted and feared.

Lying down, [you’re] very hot because of that turned-on Summer,

a fanatic for firm naked breasts, I’m gonna try…1

at any rate, that bear who’s breathing next to you

— so sweaty that a foot would be disgusted — can’t see;

he’s sleeping, the wretched is not touching your curves,

yet his hand is temerarious, what a boor!

May my words ever be like a rose to you, bride.2

May my words ever be like a rose to you, bride.

Bending over a big, familiar glass of wine,

[I’ve] already left on a friendly and sprightly trip, [I’m] tipsy already.

Sure, ’cause I never play it straight;3

my relationship with sex is terrible, I’m such a fool!

I cry, swamps of words turned to mud,

I move like an eel in the sand, it’s so frustrating!

I laugh, and I use my laughing as a cowardly refuge,4

looking for words of love inside my heart.

May my words ever be like a rose to you, bride.

May my words ever be like a rose to you, bride.

It seems that couples married just by the altar

have never found the words by themselves;

maybe tomorrow, when very softly the grips

of marriage will get a tight hold on you, [my words] may…

May my words ever be like a rose to you, bride.

May my words ever be like a rose to you, bride.

May my words ever be like a rose to you, bride.

May my words ever be like a rose to you, bride.

1. Lit. ‟breasts in the wind”.2. The original is halfway between a wish ‟May my words ever be like a rose to you” and a doubt ‟Will my words ever be like a rose to you?”.3. Lit. ‟with an open face”.4. Lit. ‟I make a cowardly nest out of my laughing”.

• Artist:Max Gazzè